The
Potatoe Valentine
& Other Love Poems
Written
by
Richard Del Connor
"The Hippy Coyote"
by Richard Del Connor, "The Hippy Coyote"
(Written during the first months of 2011, in Montrose, California.)
Founder of Shaolin Records and Record Producer-Musician of American Zen.
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Raves for Richard Del Connor's
Potatoe Valentine poetry book
"These
poems were written long after the loves had come -- and
gone.
Although I miss them all, I mostly miss -- the love I have
yet to find."
---Richard Del Connor, Montrose Bedroom,
California.
4 DECADES OF LOVE
THE ANTICHRIST
AUTUMN FLAVOURS
BUDDHA KUNG FU STUDENT MANUAL
CONNOR BLACK HOLE BUBBLE THEORY
COYOTE IN A GRAVEYARD
HISTORY OF ZEN FROM A TO Z
HUMAN VALUES FOR SUCCESS IN FAMILY & BUSINESS
KUNG FU COWBOY ORIGINAL DRAFT
LOVE, ALWAYS & FOREVER!
MASONIC KUNG FU BOOK 1
RAINBOW IN THE SHADE
SEASON OF FOURS
SHAOLIN GONGFU INITIATE
SHAOLIN KUNG FU BEGINNER
SHAOLIN KUNG FU INTERMEDIATE
SID'S PLACE
SPRING FEVERS
SUMMER FOREVERS
TAI CHI BEGINNER
TAI CHI INTERMEDIATE
TAO OF TAOISM
UTAH - PHASE 1
WINTER FLOWERS
ZEN SPIRIT BOOK
THE
POTATOE VALENTINE
& OTHER LOVE POEMS
Be patient with me. I'm maturing into a new me. This is my transitional poetry. My chrysalis. Thanks for giving it a read. I apologize if some of the poetry is too nasty, pornographic, or emotional.
Sometimes I think of poetry as therapy. My music also. I write what I feel -- then I feel better for getting it out of me. Perhaps that's why I am happier than most other people -- I express my anxieties. Since 1970, I've used music and poetry as a way to release my emotions, good and bad.
This poetry is very different from my previous books of poetry. Before I tried as hard as possible to squash all the information into a few verses and a couple choruses. Now, I am willing to allow my poems to tell their story, tell the history of the story, and imagine the future of the story. I even make comments in my poems to you, the reader.
I look forward to writing more poetry in the future when my life settles down. I want to write poetry in Heaven -- while I'm still alive.
The Potatoe Valentine & Other Love Poems
by
Richard Del Connor, "The Hippy Coyote"
Published by Shaolin Communications
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Edited and typeset by Richard Del Connor.
First edition released February 4, 2014.
Smashwords Edition
Smashwords ebook ISBN: 978-1-57551-434-5
THIS book is the First Edition Release by Shaolin Communications.
Author: Richard Del Connor
Musician name:
"The Hippy Coyote"
Richard Connor has been writing poetry and lyrics since 1964. This book contains poetry written during the first months of 2011, starting Valentine's Day, in his Montrose apartment, after his daughter moved out in January.
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to all the women I have loved.
Richard Del Connor
Richard's first book of poetry, Autumn Flavours, was completed 1974.
Autumn Flavors was the first of three other poetry books completing:
Utah Phase 1 includes lyrics of first two American Zen albums.
Coyote releases first rock album of 11 poems plus 11 songs.
Coyote develops "concert poetry."
Coyote invents "bass poetry" with harmonizing bass guitars.
Coyote tells story of Hiram Abif, masonic architect of King Solomon's Temple.
For more information about Richard Del Connor: (Author, poet, record producer)
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The Potatoe Valentine February 14, 2011
The potatoe, a white simple fruit
Born from dirt, intentioned root
Save it from the boiled unrest
By baking it in foil to divest
At hundreds of degrees
It will not survive
Yet to sacrifice its life -- or others will die
A cold history, a lineage of pain
Is it a Heaven directed or deserving score
That is white blessed or rotten from the core
I sink my teeth into its skin
Uncaring of dirt -- I seek the starch within
My eyes can see the white from black
The brown fertilizer cooked, purified snack
The extra left from dinner's course
In midnight now my throat is horse
From chanting my wisdom of love and mistakes
To a choir of lost fathers, who lost their stakes
In a life's quest to achieve glory in love
The vanquished kings whose children of
Other questionable parentage that did not teach
The lessons of humanity not known to preach
Lost adults in a chance of queens
That even in failure don't know where they've been
The children wear scowls
The children speak vile
Their intention to curse their father's bile
And arise with their love what is rotten within
These children of love are now the offspring of sin
How accursed they do seem
Like bastards and orphans
Not abandoned, not unloved
Their minds have been poisoned
By the wretched passions of chemistry
The doomed DNA is marriage's trickery
The romantic notions are the Devil's potion
Of what we fight to avoid
In the sweat of a boy
Unknown incest in hidden names
Evolution spawned in women to protect these dames
From mating with someone accidentally
Who could be their brother though loved very freely
It is in this love, this romance we worship
That avoids what is planned by parental kinship
A hormonal trick of ovulation's sway
That produces a hybrid of tomorrow's today
It is this oath to biology that women are sworn
Their blind love is a blessing they won't be torn
But this ancestral gift of Darwin's cave
It seems so primitive but must behave
Perhaps in two months, test your groom
By smelling his sweat in a naked room
In blindness your interests are best disguised
For the allure of wealth will deceive your eyes
Love at first sight?
What a pitiful plan
A moment to choose your eternal faith to a man?
For 7,000 years it has ended in tears
Doomed to result in obedient fears
Or the luck of a man who is of a father
It's the grandfather you marry or why even bother
For women are destined to leave and betray
The kingdom that lacks a reason to stay
The peacock's eyes of a hundred winks
May capture her now but not when she thinks
Of the larger name that will offer much more
When her ovulation lures that richer score
God and religion cannot contain
The chemical attraction beyond refrain
Of mental concerns that women can't learn
When all promises are vapors and gasses to burn
The reasons, the logic, the philosophy
Can all be rewritten into politically correct policy
Choices are based on the strongest desire
And felines burn by their mind's mortal fire
To reproduce again with the man that they win
The noblest or richest or best romantic sin
Of attraction beyond lust, deemed to be fate
A love that consumes -- that can never wait
For the logic of faith or obligation
The brain responds in an ancient variation
Where bacteria reside and breed in a smell
That each woman seeks in her Heaven or Hell
Although found before and found in this nostril dance
Pursue it she must despite fatal chance
For life will pursue that egg's seasonal nest
Factors considered if it will succeed and be best
The color of hair, the shape of his chin
Will be adorned or scorned by the wearer within
The car that he drives and home that he offers
Where happiness is measured in financial coffers
As a moth is attracted to the brightest light
The ugliest man can be her white knight
By endorphins powered and estrogen guided
Is intelligence possible where none confided?
Like archangels mysteriously appearing to Mary
Made now a virgin her children to bury
The frankincense hides and myrrh is the cloak
Burned day and night this DNA must choke
For in pure air and sunlight -- love will be lost
Replaced by the lover, willing to pay the higher cost
Of Helen of Troy abandoning her King
Lives may be lost by the lack of her thinking
That sacrifice is golden and the future is molten
The rings of bondage recast are now moulting
Like the WInter wool this sheep now scorns
Glad to be vanquished glad to be shorn
This potatoe I've bitten was dirty outside
--baked beyond disease unable to hide
Yet the pure blessed gift
--of the white flavor within
Reveals a brown streak
--the rotting of sin
All my work to prepare in seasons of strife
The seasons of toil reveal that this wife
Is not to be consumed, spit out her reward
She is tainted by her desire, rotten to her core
The anger of the waste, beyond what I may taste
Proves that a woman is only temporarily chaste
Not even pregnancy can still her brain
Desire supersedes the husband's domain
Not even hysterectomy will reduce the chance
Of the traitorous decision where love will dance
In the nose, to the mind, to the hormone's lair
A signal fire awakens the Manchurian Candidate so fair
God has erred in marriage by what he did create
No promises or ring will contain her to one mate
How can any man succeed to build his home
When Nature's will to breed will elope and make her roam
The human species succeeds when a life begins
No surnames of heritage are intended to win
In the shadows of her loins who offer and invite
The man who stirs the DNA of chemical harmony hybrid rite
This strengthening of the race is the checkered flag
The most expensive car is not the largest antlered stag
The carpenter reaches Friday
The banks receive his check
In the forest of San Diego
This hunter will reflect
The power of his arrows and the strength to pull his bow
The Sports Arena Stadium offers the reward
___of another rock'n'roll show
The tickets he can buy, easy to afford
Innocence opens the flowers he is pulled toward
A couple tickets pay admission
An extra seat he seeks to fill
Although he lacks a mate
His dreams and passion inspire him still
Unknowing who the passenger
___will be in his waterbed
He had reached maturity
___opportunity paces his head
With a vacancy that will be offered
___unknowingly by his scent
There are not rules or boundaries
___to Nature's bold intent
Sitting in the darkness
___flash bombs burn the mind
As Ozzy sings of evil dreams
___where guilt is what we find
The heartbeat clapping anxiousness
___of a kitten dressed fur
Her profile in the spotlights
___causes my heart to stir
Luck or chance or circumstance?
___science could analyze
But lab tests don't exist
___when chemistry is in the eyes
Of a man and a woman
___young in her twenties still
The heartbeats cannot camouflage
___the wantonness to reach its fill
Perhaps in ancient times
___holding hands they'd sneak away
And consume the rich fulfillment
___intoxicating their sway
Like drunken pleasure passion
___excused to escape the cage
Of promises or expectations
___or the log of a sage
There is no interrogation
___beyond what kisses tell
Guided by the instincts
___of an impassioned smell
The stroking of her thigh
___the skin soft and smooth
Cannot refrain or possibly restrain
___the erection seeking her canyon groove
Breathing like a horse
___In the middle of its' race
The greyhound seeks the rabbit
___in this mortal chase
Heightened heat that fuels new life
___with fevered intensity
Blinds the rationale
___of who it is sitting next to me
I long for her I want her more
___than any love I've ever known
All memories of the best I've loved
___are erased in what is grown
We seek we share we touch we bare
___our naked destinies
Remaining dressed in the Black Sabbath
___where we anoint our destinies
In unfulfilled fulfillment
___no orgasm can be reached
With the pubic spectacle
___our clothing cannot be breached
I am a loner, I am free
___my passions are freely given
She has a man on her other cheek
___yet somehow I'm forgiven
He is the buck that I will shuck
___banging with my horns
He is the dragon to be slain
___from him freedom will be torn
As the lions dance with claws and teeth
___no concern for what they risk
There is no danger to the valiant
___knight who holds his fist
In sword or lance will take his chance
___to set the maiden free
She begged for the release
___of her imprisoned destiny
What is the plan?
___the knight reflects
Success requires skill
Despite the cries of torment
From the virgin chained up to kill
How much time is there to design
The map to this pubic treasure?
How much space to attack this place
For Love's final goal to measure?
The crowd shouts as loud as a 727 jet
But now the mind is focused silencing to forget
The time and place and social rules
Logic and reason are philosophy's fools
The Benoic hero of Camelot
Sharpens French lance and tools
The maiden squeezes back
She bids her hero wait
For his survival she now values
And instructs him to abate
The immediacy of what they see
This orange tempestuous fire
She considers and conjures the path to be free
To ensure what they both desire
A wink, a nod, without any words
___she silently communicates
The prince to hold the reigns
___of his steed while she contemplates
A sinister plan that Devil's smile
In veiled simplicity
As Angels watch with twisted glance
In suspicious secrecy
This rabbit fur of sensual beauty
Prances off into the dark
This reserved seat of wages spent
Seems cold and heated stark
Of blessings or of curses
The soldier makes no judgment right or wrong
The armed warrior stalks or snipes
With the pounding drum and song
Of all this
Of all he knows
Nothing beyond his hunger
The cross-hairs of his passion
Are the curse of old and younger
The rabbit returns expectedly
Anxiously within my sights
She passes the passwords
In a matchbook in the colored floodlights
Of an encore of a dance
The rock'n'roll mind entranced
Bedazzled sorcery is at play
The message she has written
Instructs when the jailer is away
___"Count 10 days then dial the phone"
Numbers of her life
Not realizing her keeper
Believes she is his wife
My ignorant passion follows Love's direction
Time is a moment within the plan
___of Nature's intended connection
The voice I hear expects me
Like the spider expects the fly
The scent of her web
I don't seek to escape or defy
A dinner is planned a seat is warmed
For me that very eve
She has also provided a friend of hers
Her protection or force to leave
An escape plan of insurance
This rabbit has caught its prey
She will consume the stalker or evict
___the lover she will push away
I am to be measured
___I will be judged
Then weighed on Aphrodite's scale
This maiden I sought to rescue
___will yield or impale
My steed into her garden
___fed temporarily
This Limbo of desire
___will be decided with finality
Warily I consider, but the hero cannot falter
The garter is the reward, her discussion I cannot fault her
For I am a valiant elk
___of noble rights attained
No guilt or blood of misspent life
___no sins have I been stained
This innocence pure I offer
___for the success of my true love
To quell the demons or chase away
___the dragons that imprison my dearest dove
Her friend of great attraction
___a Mormon of righteous birth
She is now the sentry
___that guards the maiden's worth
These trials and tribulations
___raise the value of this prize
Like Pharaoh's deepest riches
___the archeologist can only surmise
But like the entombed coffins
___of Life's hidden rewards
The traps and snares of poisonous tombs
___are the bait for ambitious swords
The bones of failed greed
___are not visible to my eyes
The dull lights of caverns
___reveal but also disguise
What ancient sages taught to teach
To protect the valiant from zealous reach
Success is often in the light
Beyond the score of a victorious fight
Familiar designs of business equations
Create and build the strength of nations
Although barbarous enterprise
Appears to win when the vanquished dies
I was raised wrong and schooled weak
Not knowing which gold or silver to seek
The mother who taught the wisdoms of freedoms
Was a robber of tunnels of creeds of doom
Her Cinderella upbringing of hate and scorn
Was a fire to temper what death had torn
The loss of her father to a wife with sons
Was too crowded for her, so elopement runs
Acquiring a husband, her savior knight
A middle-class Heaven 'til greed insisted "Take flight!"
Burn her home to escape in treachery
Stealing the treasures of her abandoned family
Phase 2 of her life, the kids in confusion
The father of ignorance -- accepted her delusion
Raising the children to accept fate's destiny
Never the wiser of her treachery
Teaching his children to accept the Chaos plan
Each of his sons abandoned to land
In similar fates
___without obedient mates
Taught to respect
___love that rejects
Obligation faith
___or promises made
Father or remorse
___an example of how to fade
Into oblivion
___without recompense
A legacy of loneliness
___bequeathed at our expense
With this imprint of desire
___and the path it will burn
My ignorance was a blindfold
___I was bound to return
As the sacrificial lamb, a lion,
___no, a sheep
Disguised by her love,
___unaware in my sleep
In the red lighted room
___the passion of my doom
The bliss that I followed
___the poisonous fate I had swallowed
When the dragon we fight
___and the walls we besiege
Are the home of an upright
___man to be liege
The kingdom I quelled
___was a victory of sin
Her painting of Hell
___was another man's Heaven
The child she had hidden
___in an adjacent cave
Was the tomb I had raided
___destroying what I intended to save
A curse I had tasted
___a life I now wasted
______a reward I did not seek
The price of this victory
___was the abandonment of a dream
______how I was strong, I now was weak
The sin was my trap
___disgustedly I pursued
Advice was not given
___my integrity was glued
To the stickiness of
___a sexual snare
I continued to lick --
___suck -- and bare
Divorce somehow happened
___I never knew his name
My purpose to vanquish
___was now my greatest shame
In commitment my honor
___continued its savior course
Sacrificing my freedom
___sacrificing my horse
To protect her in my cave
___like a pyramid guardian
The maiden I did save
___was my imprisoner of sin
The value of my treasure
___measured by the pleasure
Twisted into a matrimony
___of bondage harmony
The arguments became the contest to decide
___who held the ropes or the key
Perverting love into rituals
___pretending and acting unknown roles
The purest of intentions
___darkened our romantic souls
In blindfolds and in bondage
___the twisted ecstasies
Were the rewards of our freedoms
___in Penthouse "Fantasies"
Fate had crippled me by my family's design
___like the potatoe of today
I did not expect to find
That dirt bearing purity
___I had hoped and longed for
Was hiding what was badly raised
___rotten in its core
She was the daughter on the farm
Of Saints raised to begin
The Western conquest of the soil
That somehow fell to sin
With human interest in the flesh
This new religion sought to better the best
Of cravings vile within the mesh
Of angel seeds that Love enmeshed
Potatoes were the enterprise
Of where her ancestors rest their eyes
Beneath the soil of wild earth
Beneath the morals that must give birth
When eyes don't see and none confide
The injustice somehow justified
Perhaps it was the isolation
That rewrote The Bible of this frontier nation
She said it was her brothers
Or at least one of them who raped her there
I did not seek the details
I was offended but did I care?
Was my acceptance of her plight
The sin I consented that night
When discovery bore the marriage vow
Hidden without remorse or condemnation now
Joining the party of the family
Where incest and lust are wantonly free
My life now cursed like a huge mirror broken
Was righteousness killed -- or not awoken?
Has my life been cursed
By my own treachery?
Did I exterminate the Divine
By kissing my serpentine
The freedom now created
Was what I should have hated
Or did the troubadour
Close the conflicting door
The vagabond of commitment
Unable to wear Love's golden shackle
Did continue on the poetic pavement
Avoiding the restraining cackle
Of hens behind the chicken-wire fence
With eggs they are destined to lay
Bearing open hungry beaks
That bind most men to stay
Freedom is a prison
A separate destiny of life
Breeding is the lock and key
Would I really have found a wife?
The curse I bore perhaps imagined
Is a mental construct reality fashioned
To provide the guilt or bandage me
From egg-bearing goddesses of travesty
For in the slavery I avoided
Seeking to live, learn, and create my art
The university was an easier path
Another journey of life's newest part
The balance of cosmic Karma's dance
The molecules vibrate in balanced trance
Reverberate the energy contained
By circumstance and time refrained
A smile, a frown, the colored song
We emit amidst the jumbled throng
Of lives compressed of ants in nest
All independent and each insist
The individual actions of motion
Based upon our own selfish notion
That important to us is what we feel
Believing our quest is true or real
Like scouts that seek their unique path
To feed the queen within the lathe
Of Stucco Heavens created by Gods
Who transform the Earth from its living sods
We travel in planets and transform space
From the void of death to a living place
Mesmerized by Nature's reality
Where we hunger for life for destiny
Of a larger plan of infinite scale
Where stars are dust and planets unveil
The bitter fruit that poison life
Or nurture death with a timely knife
The importance of actions of my pride
Are the bondsmen's gift where we all hide
Where comets may land, it's just bad luck
If they land on you, or you get stuck
Under the foot of a beanstalk giant
Under the ladder of green photosynth pliant
What we see and know today
Unrecognizable if we choose to stay
Morphing beside the ever-changed form
Eroded by wind or carved by storm
We imagine our blessings and visualize the curse
To explain or rationalize what is better or worse
The Gods of war look down from Mars
Measuring the victor by surviving scars
The end of the course, the end of the game
Is always different -- is always the same
Until suns burn their last final breath
And planets freeze and grow fuzzy cold
The breath of a lifetime -- death
Do we ever grow old?
Surviving by reproducing spawn
Like blades of grass -- mowed from the front lawn
Is murder the death of immortal souls?
Or the harvesting of The Farmer's tolls
Are the pins that have fallen where teamwork bowls
The score of a victory or Gravity's goals
My mind escapes -- I see my face
No other soul can take my place
But the queen will still seek to be fed
My efforts forgotten when I am dead
The highrise of concrete to mark my days
Or the promises made to change my ways
Evaporate into the living haze
Seeking importance in my own specific ways
This path that I carve in the living room
Naked enthralled feeding love with her charm
Bliss is the cashier of romantic doom
Working to satisfy my leg and my arm
Her breasts are smaller than Summer honey melons
The teacher and preacher were parental felons
Under 18 a minor is born
With the guidance of those that deserve Heaven's scorn
Like the prisoners in cages, the jailers aren't free
Bound to enslave and torture me